Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl-5

My father laughs out loud. "Stupid naïve questions from a stupid naïve girl. I'll tell you in order the answer to all of those questions. Why did I kill your brother? I killed Sam because he tried to keep me from what I wanted. He tried to take you away from me. Ryan would have been next if you had not come out."

"Why me?! What do you want from me?"

"That is not in order. The next question you had was what my good friend and colleague Rick meant. Oh you will get a kick out of this one! Rick has been abducting teenage girls about your age for a few years now. He takes them, tortures them, has some 'fun' with them, then leaves them in their own homes to be found by their families. Recently, I have been joining him. We usually have to tie them up. But you, you I had blackmailed. You had no choice. But that bored Rick. He likes to hear the screams and the tears and the protests the others give him. I find those more exciting as well. No one likes the silent ones. You got it easy. You're the lucky one." I gasp and tears run down my face for those poor girls. I thought what I had gotten was bad, I shuddered at the thought of all of those innocent girls having it much worse.

"You monster." I hiss.

He laughs once more. "Oh yes my dear. I am a monster. And I have you to thank for that."

"Me? What did I do to make you such a monster?!" I cry.

"That's not the question I'm answering yet. Next is what happened to the man I used to be. What happened to him? He drowned in the ocean that day with your mother. He is just as dead as she is. Your Mother's death killed me as well. With her she took the 'Dr. Jekyll' out of me and left behind 'Mr. Hyde.' Which brings us to the question why I target you. It's always you because it's your fault. You killed your mother. You killed that good part of me."

"I did not kill Mom! She drowned in the ocean! I wasn't even there with her! I was at home sleeping!" I protested although I had always blamed my self for Mom's death as well.

"That's exactly why you brat! You were too spoiled to go with her! You wanted to sleep in! If it weren't for you she wouldn't have died!" He gets up and grabs my arm then screams. "It's. All. Your. Fault!" He slaps me harder with each word. I sob and beg him to stop, but he is relentless. "You. Good. For. Nothing. Little. Girl. You. Should. Have. Died. Not. Her!" And with one final slap, he nearly knocks me unconscious. However, I am still conscious but when I see him go into the kitchen and bring out a French knife, I can't move at all. I feel the searing pain as he cuts my arm from my shoulder down to my hand. He cuts deep enough to bleed, but not enough to kill me instantly. If left unattended though, I will die of blood loss. He knows this too. I can tell by the insane gleam in his eyes as he does it. "Say hello to your mother for me." He hisses in my ear then slams the front door on his way out.

I remain conscious the entire time since he has left me and the pain is unbearable. I have been screaming in pain since about five minutes after he left and now my voice is hoarse and my throat feels like sand paper. I can't move much because of the pain so I can't try to reach anything to stop the bleeding. 'I'm going to die' I think. And as ready as I though I was earlier, I realized, I'm really not ready to die. I have missed out on so many things. I never even got the chance to tell Ryan that I love him.

The front door knob jiggles once more. I stiffen. I can only pray that it isn't my father. Maybe it's Ryan. No it couldn't be. I told him to leave and he could tell I was serious about that. But then who could it be besides my father?

"Hello? Is anybody home?" It's Ellie, our maid! I have never been happier to here a person's voice in my life.

I try to call her name to get her to come in here but my voice is shot. It's almost totally gone. You would have to be sitting right next to me to hear me and even then it would be hard to understand. I try to make some sort of noise. I finally manage to muster up the energy to knock into the coffee table in hope that something would shift and make noise. The pain makes me want to cry out in pain but i can't. Ellie calls again and I can hear her footsteps walking briskly towards the living room. I can tell she is in the doorway when I hear the click of her heels stop and a gasp.

"Maggie! What happened?! Oh never mind I have to call 911! You need medical attention!" She runs into the kitchen and grabs the phone, dialing as she runs back into the living room with a towel. She frantically talks whoever answered the phone and I only catch a few words here and there. I'm starting to lose consciousness. I can feel her putting pressure on my arm which burns but I know it is supposed to be helping. "Come on stay with me Mags. Please Maggie. Stay awake." I struggle to get rid of the dark edges clouding my vision but they are overpowering me. "Ryan" I whisper hoarsely before I finally succumb and the darkness engulfs me as I hear the faint sound of sirens rushing to coming to save me when I know that I'm a lost cause. There's no help for me now.